#heforges

“ carl, you need to come home—  s’gettin’ dark.   i 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 you wanna find your dad, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 & 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢, wandering around the river. “

𝙸𝚃      𝙰𝙻𝙻      𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳      𝚂𝚄𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙻𝚈      ,      but      that’s      how      it      always      goes      ,      doesn’t      it      ?      when      you      least      expect      it      so      it      slips      through      sveltes      almost      as      if      planned      to      the      last      accessory            .      the      familiar      pop      and      fizzle      that      came      with      pulling      the      trigger      fell      out      before      her      ,      washing      away      whatever      had      just      taken      roots      right      before      (      more      than      likely      ada      nitpicking      to      ruffle      feathers      )      ——      immediately      instinct      withdrew      weapon      from      strap      along      thigh      to      deal      a      card      dealt      with      precision      and      causality      right      in      the      money      maker      .      breath      would      hitch      itself      along      esophagus      ,      gripping      throat      with      an      unbearable      squeeze      that      would      leave      her      almost      gasping      for      air      .      knees      find      home      along      dirt      and      debris      while      teeth      would      rip      hem      of      a      detailed      dress      to      bandage      wound      .      hands      steady      like      the      still      of      night      now      quake      like      a      fresh      fawn      in      spring      (      a      momentous      occasion      that      must      go      down      in      history      )      at      the      sight      before      her      .      but      time      wouldn’t      sit      still      for      self      -      gatherings      .      guilt      rattled      at      her      in      knowing      this      had      been      all      doings      of      her      own      ,      butterfly      effects      like      flapping      wings      to      create      a      devastating      blow      to      the      woman      now      addressing      exposed      abdomen      flesh      as      best      as      both      abilities      and      resources      will      allow      .      

it had started a year ago when one day atreus found himself on the edge of the forest, then two months from there he had ended up down the road from home, & had found himself at the cinema three more months from there.  eventually, though it had taken months, atreus had reached the gas station where he had first come 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 “𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙” 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨, whom called out to him as he ran away the first time—         𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁       disappearing behind houses & eventually returning t͟o͟ ͟t͟h͟e͟ ͟w͟o͟o͟d͟s͟ ͟f͟r͟o͟m͟ ͟w͟h͟e͟n͟s͟t͟ ͟h͟e͟ ͟c͟a͟m͟e͟.  though it became routine to atreus to try and spot the other boy, returning back to the gas station where he had drawn 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙, he’d eventually found packages waiting for him—  paper bags, sometimes plastic.  there were only ever a few things held within, food, supplies, but each time it was as if their friendship built a little stronger.

was it possible to be friends with someone you never really met?  𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙪𝙨’ 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝, would probably never permit him outside the lodge again—  but the boy himself doesn’t quite think so, as he returns to the gas station only to find that the package he always finds on top of a purple car’s hood, is not where it is supposed to be.  p͟a͟u͟s͟i͟n͟g͟ ͟j͟u͟s͟t͟ ͟o͟u͟t͟s͟i͟d͟e͟ ͟o͟f͟ ͟t͟h͟e͟ ͟b͟u͟i͟l͟d͟i͟n͟g͟, standing under the shade of the building’s over hang, a multicolored gaze scans the surrounding area—  noticing at first, how quiet it was.  not even a bird was singing.  then, at how that silence was ruptured by a single shot—  those same birds, silent       𝙰𝚂 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷,      fleeing from the tops of trees a block up;  his “friend” came from that direction, where ever he was from...  and as atreus looked at that line he had drawn in his mind, never crossing the road, his boot slowly slides to mar the gold he’d drawn 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙨—  smudging the line as another shot rings off, and the boy takes leaps and bounds in that direction;  bow upwards, arrow drawn back, and gaze landing on t͟h͟e͟ ͟f͟i͟r͟s͟t͟ ͟w͟a͟l͟k͟e͟r͟ ͟h͟e͟ ͟s͟a͟w͟ by releasing his fire onto it.

‵ if i can still breathe, i’m fine. ′     @heforges

she  cannot  help  but  wonder  how  young  he  was  when  all  this  happened  ,  or  how  much  he  had  to  grow  because  of  it  .    it  had  been  her  small  group  for  so  long  she  could  forget  younger  people  still  survived  if  she  allowed  herself  to  slip  her  mindset  .  her  head  tilts  as  he  speaks  ,  his  words  didn’t  sadden  her  but  the  way  he  presented  himself  did    ;     like  he  truly  believed  them   ,  like  he  had  to  ,   breathing  was  all  it  took  to  survive  .  she  began  to  move  her  arms  in  motion  ,  began  to  talk  in  her  own  language  ,  pointing  towards  him  then  creating  an  ‘X’ with  her  arms  to    flick  her  them out  ,  writs  too  .       you  dont ...       she  began  to  say  to  him  before  she  remembered  ,  she  hadn’t  been here  long  ,  he  wasn’t  magna  or  luke   ..  her  motions  were  unknown  here  .

REMINISCING OF BABY JUDITH DAYS WHEN PLAYING W HER